they wonder how we made it this far
no money no fame
still we made it to the skies without getting burned
we left the squabble behind;
held the struggle at heart
from which we came is sane
with no shame and no stain
it gave us strength to carry on
taught us to never give up in times unbearable
that from which we came holds claim to our triumph
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